Post by winged on Oct 26, 2010 12:16:16 GMT -5
Character Name: Fallyn Paige Grey
Nickname(s): Fly
Gender: Female
Age: Eighteen
Grade: Senior
Former School: Transfer
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Rebel
Weight: 118lbs
Height: 5'2
Appearence:
Nickname(s): Fly
Gender: Female
Age: Eighteen
Grade: Senior
Former School: Transfer
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Rebel
Weight: 118lbs
Height: 5'2
Appearence:
--- FACEPersonality:
"I'm not really one of those girls how complain about imperfections. I know I'm not perfect, but that's ok."
Fallyn has looks that are not easily forgotten. The first thing you notice are her bright blue eyes, that are almost grey-blue, but definitely more blue. The next thing is her long blond-brown hair that falls past her shoulders. It is naturally wavy, but sometimes styled straight, or more curled. It is currently dyed and highlighted a more summery blond then is natural. More often then not it is left down to hang loose, but sometimes is in a ponytail or messy bun. She has a clear, pale complexion, and a smile that lights up her features. Fly's average height, if shorter, but not by much, and she is considered skinny, but not skeletal.
--- STYLE
"It's never a good thing to be the only one whos wearing whore makeup and skimpy clothes. Besides, hoodies are more comfortable. But I still can't go past a great dress."
On a night out Fly is set to party, but not being the type of girl to spend ages getting ready, shes also not the type to get dressed up and look super girly with pastels and pinks. Opting for darker makeup shades and clothing in dark colours, greys, and some brighter colours. Her makeup is more of a natural look, with eyeliner, shadow and mascara. If dressing casually she always opts for comfort first, looks second, and yet she pulls it off brilliantly. Clothing wise she often chooses shorts, jeans and singlets or tops with some jewelery and outerwear such as cardigans and jackets or hoodies and sweats as the occasion and weather permits. She can get dressed up if need be, but still tends to fall short of going all out, and takes on a slightly more casual stand.
--- OTHER
"My dad seriously overreacted about the star. Of course I know it's permanent. Thats the point..."
Her ears are pierced just once and her tragis has a tin silver stud. A small tattoo of a swallow rests on her mid back, to the left below her shoulder blade, and a tiny star on her right wrist. the bird her parents don't know about, and you can only see at the beach or if you've gotten her to take off her clothes.
--- IMPRESSIONABLE --- SWEETHistory:
More than anything else, Fly is sweet. She’s is all together a very down to earth, easy going girl. Though in saying that, she's not an open girl. She doesn't blurt out secrets, except to her very best friend, who probably knows everything. To anyone else, she wouldn't ever share secrets and is good at hiding when she's sad. She’s easily influenced and persuaded. And when vulnerable, she’s easy to take advantage of. This is what caused her time with friends from ‘the wrong side of town’, among other things.
--- CHARMING --- LOYAL
It may be the way she smiles, laughs, is confident and finds ease in conversation, even with strangers, but something about the way Fly naturally presents herself draws people to her. She’s always down for a good laugh or a night out just to have fun and she’s not a girl to say no to anything. Fly's bold and confident, traits she picked up over the years due to her father's career. Yet she pulls it off in a friendly manner and can be just that: a friendly, kind person. Underneath her tough girl shell, she's really a sweet kid who's had an interesting upbringing. Don't let her tiny frame deceive you, she's more than capable of fighting her own battles and look out for her friends. She's spent a lot of time looking after herself, and is caring towards anyone that needs it. She's loyal and would do anything for her friends if they asked. Pick a fight with them and she'll step in front of them, protective and tough.
--- ARTY --- UNCOORDINATED
Fly has always shown a bit of talent for the arts. In particular photography, sketching, and guitar. Though its all for fun, she doesn't take any off it seriously. She she's set for Art class, but when it comes to phys ed., she's ridiculously uncoordinated. constantly stumbling, tripping and falling, even on flat ground, Fly has learnt to take it in her stride and is never really embarrassed by it anymore. falling up stairs, off beds and into bushes, she's almost cursed with being helplessly clumsy. Yet, somehow, she's mastered running in high heels, at least for the most part.
--- WILD --- PARTIER
The first thing people notice about Fly is that crazy shine to her eyes that she gets. Not all the time, of course, and Fly can be very down to earth and chilled, and is serious if need be. For example if someone she cares about is upset or needs her, she's quick to be there for them as they need it, and often enjoys just relaxing with friends. But she's defiantly loud at times. She's a party girl, and more then that she's out of control. She can be immature and have alot of crazy fun, but she's also pretty into drinking, due to her previous circle of friends. She is definitely easy to describes as one of those life-of-the-party girls. She's always been a wild child, and quick to break from any restraints placed on her. This often leads to her sneaking out, or running away from home or the cops. And she has been picked up by the cops too. Fly has been mixed up in drugs in the past, though she was never addicted or anything she's not against it, and isn't afraid of drinking hard. Drinking games are a past time of hers, and she tends to choose shots over those pre-mixed 'girly' drinks any day. A morning person, Fly is lucky enough to be one of those people that don't get hungover.
Cate Grey was an Irish woman happily married to her high school sweetheart husband, in England. About twenty years ago, she was travelling for work and met Todd Philips, an up-and-coming producer in Hollywood. She was swept away by his charm and ended up leaving her husband for him. On August 14th, she brought Fallyn Paige into the world. The name Fallyn is Irish, to reflect Cate's origin, and means "in charge." But it was mainly chosen for its relative uniqueness, as Todd wanted to be famous for his work, and his family to fit the scene. His gorgeous daughter would stand out.Sample Rp:
By the time she was 5, and started going to school she became 'Fly'. No, it didn't sound all that much like Fallyn, but it was close enough and it suited her. She seemed to flit about, hanging with neighbourhood kids and pretending she could indeed fly. A bird was always her favourite animal, and eventually she would, for many reasons, get one tattooed below her shoulder blade. As she grew the name stuck, and she wanted to travel the world, so almost suited her more. Yet it was almost ironic, since she was so incredibly uncoordinated.
The two parents never married and their daughter was given her mothers surname, and although they were initially passionate for each other, it wasn't destined to last. They started fighting more and more. When Fly was 6, Cate's ex-husband came looking for her. Cate was once again swept away and admitted that she had never really stopped loving her husband, and regretted losing him. Together they wanted a new start, and since Cate now had a Green Card, the Irish lady and the English gentleman, Matt, moved to New York and were remarried. Todd was hurt, but had already fallen out of love with Cate, and turned to his career. Fly spent the next 6 years living with her mum and step dad, visiting her father on holidays, when he wasn't travelling for work.
Despite the move from Hollywood, Cate wanted the best for her daughter, and put her into dancing, music and acting classes as a kid. Even after she left, Todd still supported the lessons in California and Cate enrolled her in studios in New York. Fly loved dancing, but it was more fun than talent. But she kept it up, on and off, if only to keep fit and stay in contact with friends. Fly was constantly falling and tripping, and ended up with a broken wrist when she was 14. It was then that she picked up some singing classes, and they realised she had a voice. Sure, Fly enjoyed it, but wasn't convinced it was what she wanted to do with her life. She also took piano and guitar lessons at various points growing up, and although she hated the disciplined lessons and exams, she loved to mess around at home and learnt to play popular songs, and her favourites.
By the time she was 14, her mother Cate had an entire family in New York, and Fly was no longer entirely wanted. That wasn't just it though; she wanted to be with her dad. She loved the travelling, the studios and the fun. So she moved permanently to California. She had always loved staying with her father and spending time at the studios. Over these visits she started messing around and developed her passion for photography and arts. This was only further enhanced when she moved to her dads place, in particular sketching and photography, but also film. She even spent a bit off time messing around in a record studio her dad was visiting, and sung with the backup musicians, and has a demo CD from it, but it remains hidden in her drawer, not something she boasts about. . Todd's career had picked up, and although Fly was by no means well known, she had been photographed on the red carpet for his films.
In California, her best friend became the boy next door. Xavier. There was never any crushing or attraction, they were like siblings. Rivals, partners in crime, and best friends. She’d play guitar in his room and he’d teach her how to play football. At the end of their sophomore year, he was hit by a car and killed. It destroyed Fallyn.
After this, she started hanging out with the type of kids your parents tell you to avoid. She shoplifted, drunk, got high and had a fake ID for clubbing. By the end of the year she had for "Wing St" in her room that they had stolen, and a lot of great memories, but felt empty. During this time Todd started to do more and more work in other cities or countries. He was good at what he did, and Fly understood. She got a hell of a lot of freedom out of it, which only helped her rebellion from the world. All the while she would still play guitar when she was bored, and was really good, and draw when she needed an escape, but her music preferences became more hardcore, her drawing darker and her photographs didn't always have stuff you'd want your parents to see in them. Of course she still loved acoustic stuff, and pretty landscapes, she was just reaching out in other directions as well.
When her dad took on a huge project, he was unwilling to leave her alone in their house. Fly had been alone a lot over the past year, and could look after herself, but when she came home on her friend’s motorcycle with a tattoo on her wrist, a little star, he didn't know what to do. He knew that Fallyn was a good kid, and talented, but figured she needed a change of scenery and he needed to rent out the house while he was in Australia producing. While Fly was on the surface being a rebel of a rich kid, it was nothing like that. Yes, she was pushing away from her family and all they tried to force onto her, but she was just trying to escape it all. Her mother had stopped calling, stopped caring, she had a new family, new kids. She got on well with her dad, and she still loved the studio, but it exposed her to a darker side of life and she wanted to explore it. She still missed her old best friend, and everywhere she looked she could occasionally still remember his smile when he saw this place, or the time they’d been to that place. She was still fighting the world, but she needed to it away from these particular people and places. Fly was no longer that sweet little kid at first glance, but it was still there, just covered up with a tough-kid shell. Still, that was it for her, and between her father’s move and her wanting to get away, she left.
Some people say she went to New York to her mom, others say Juvenal detention. Some say there was other reasons that she moved that her dad helped her cover up and maybe there was. But in reality, she'll never tell you exactly why she left, other than her dad's work picking up. And she moved only a couple of hours drive away, to her dad's friends place, a Mr Hollister, in Central.
Celeb:clouds. so many humand prefered the sunshine of arizona, california, florida, even mexico or australia for that matter. others loved the snow of canada in winter, or the tropical breeze of bali and the equator. hailey loved clouds. as a human she'd not been so fussy, but these days it was either cloudcover or lonelyness. not that she wasn't loney with the clouds, cause she was. she knew noone, and despite her outgoing, confident persona, these days hailey didn't approch others too much. but it was better then lying in the sun, looking like she'd been rolled in silver glitter, and alone. she had spent time like that, in wildernesses. but it didn't allow her to travel easily, and restricted her to hidden locations. it had brought her to washington, and she'd run through the woods for the past few days. and she loved to run, that feeling of pure freedom and natural grace.
at present, hailey didn't run, but she was under cloud cover. she walked at a human pace, alone a silent road. the light wind tugged at her hair and she tucked a loose lock behind her ear. she was following the road, walking, seeing as she didn't have a place to be, or a place to go. she'd been in seattle for the last ten days or so, and hadn't hunted in a while. her eyes were a darker shade of copper, unusual by human standards but not black. they didn't quite fit in with other people. not that there was anyone around. hailey wasn't desperate, she figured. she'd be ok.
she changed direction down a side street. no reason, just exploring, in a sense. half way down, hailey paused. instinctivly, her sences honed in on a house, or more, the human outside it. noone else was around except the stout woman ahead of her. well, she could smell others nearby, feintly, in houses, but none on the street, except the lady collecting her mail. immidiatly hailey stiffened, her pace unchanged. she could smell the blood pulsing through the lady's veins, almost taste it. her eyes narrowed as she walked fom behind a moving van, stepping onto the street to cross over to it. and her gaze was locked onto the woman. the sound of a door slamming made hailey hesitate, and her dark gaze focused on a young boy, running out of the house to his mother. she stopped dead in her tracks, just behind the van. hailey closed her eyes, tensing, clenching her teeth. she waited for what could have been a few minutes or thirty. but when she opened them, the pair of humans were nowhere in sight. she saw at the end of the cul-de-sac was a area leading back to the washington forest. she ran, and a forced human speed, then broke into her inhumane pace once hidden in the trees.
just fifteen minutes later, hailey walked along a different street, her eyes a amber shade. she was closer to town, and the road was busier. it was nearing evening, the sun would be setting in an hour or so, hailey realised. along the sidewalk, she wished she had a hooded jumper. reaching the town as the road curved, she passed a few stores, some starting to close. people walked by her, but hailey directed her vision just ahead and ignoed them, mostly. she reached a library and stepped into the doorway, wanting something different to do. but a small sign told her it was closed for 5 mins, and the ldoor was locked. hailey retreated, then continued along the side wal. optimistic, she kicked a pebble with her toe, trying to work out what to do.
Emily OsmentOut Of Character:
Ohhhhhhh hey! I'm new, so be nice. My names Cassy, I'm Australian, a keen horse rider and 18. I've done rp on and off for about 4 years, though I love writing. This is the only site I'm on. And this is probaly too much information. Oh well. (: